Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.